Stride — James Pattinson

At eighteen he was a hero, or so said Lucille in Liverpool; and he was in love with her. At twenty-eight the encounter with the Cuban Catalina left scars. At thirty-six he came out of the trouble with Sicilian Lucia a little wiser. At thirty-eight Ramona took him in hand, but again only the scar lasted. At fifty-two it seemed like the end of the road for Frank Stride. But who can ever tell where the road finally runs into the sea?